The Explanation of the Bones.
The Explanation of the Bones.
A/N: There is a slight crossover here, but I don't think it's enough to recover noting; in any case, I don't have any ownership to it either. Additionally, I know that the tests couldn't have been done that quickly, but it's TV-time. I hope it works!
Cam looked over the interns. Arastoo, oddly, looked nearly fresh, or at least the most near of the four. Oh, right, morning prayers, probably stopped at the restroom, and splashed his face. The other three were looking a little worn. Though, Vincent didn't have the slumped shoulders of the others; but he was the youngest, as well.
"So, lets start with you, Mr. Bray, Mr. Nigel-Murray? What do you have to tell me about the bones you were examining?"
Wendell was the one to step forward a bit, maybe half a step. "The remains were obviously greatly damaged by the crush of the collapse of Sunnydale, but we found there was actually some lack of damage. We determined it to be due to death occuring approximately the week or so before the Collapse; there was no sign of preservation from the bones. Our reconstruction of parts of the bones, and Angela's work on the skull place it as a female, early to mid twenties, caucasian. However, we can say she didn't die from the collapse."
"Really?" Cam spoke up. She also noticed that Agent Perotta had showed up, and moved in behind the interns, fairly quietly. The blonde was paying a fair amount of attention to what was being said.
"We found signs of a wound; she was struck with something sharp, like a knife or sword. It bisected her right clavicle, seperated the bottom of her sternum, and seperated her spine. No idea if it completely bisected her or not, it didn't hit her pelvis, and the lack of preservation meant that the viscera was gone within a year or so. It did, however, protect her bones to a limited extent from the collapse. There was trace along the cut of steel and rust, and the striations showed that the cut was from behind and downward. After we found the first signs, we did focus on the torso, didn't do as much on the lower half of the body."
"I did have one issue, though. I used a fragment of her femur to get some radiocarbon dating done. When I got the results, I did it again, and again, and again! The first time, I got a result of about 1100 years. Second was 5 years, third was a few months, and the fourth was 20-25 years! I still don't understand it."
Cam actually looked slightly amused. "That's not terribly unusual, Mr. Bray. While Radiocarbon dating is one of our tools, it is not the only one. And the process is not perfect. In addition, there can be outliers, where either a contaminant got in, or something went wrong with the test, or the subject encountered something that throws the test off. Remember, gentlemen, we are scientists. We use tools, but we never depend on just one. Use as many tools as you can to get results, the best results you can, but never depend on one. In this case, we have outside information that strongly suggests she was early twenties."
"Well, uh, that's all I, we, have." Wendell shuffled back a touch.
"Mr. Edison? Mr. Vaziri?" Clark was the one to edge forward slightly.
"The subject was male, mid to late-thirties, and curiously, was also killed before the collapse. Also killed within a short period before the collapse, and had no preservation, and like the other subject, the bones were slightly protected, though by two things. First, the viscera protected slightly, same as the female subject, and the bones were unusually dense. Not impossibly so, but on the highest upper edge of human bone density." Clark looked at the folder with his and Arastoo's results. "Subject was killed by something bisecting the body. Apparently, two strokes, from the bottom up. First stroke bisected the pelvis, and the second cleaved all the way through the rest of the body, straight up, cleanly bisecting the spine, sternum and skull. No idea what could have done it; the edges of the bones had no trace residue, and almost looked polished." It took a moment for the other team to realize what the clinical description meant, then both Vincent and Wendell grimaced, and their legs clenched together slightly.
"I did do a facial recognition, and got a match of about 90-95%, but since the person who it matched to is still alive, I'm thinking it must be a relative, a brother perhaps. Came up with a writer in New York, recently started consulting with the NYPD." Arastoo spoke up.
"Sorry, not yet. I sent some of his bone marrow for DNA processing, but no results back yet."
"Thank you gentlemen. That's very well done, considering the limited time you had. Take some time, catch a nap, take a shower, eat a meal, freshen up. You can come back this afternoon, and continue working on them." Cam nodded to the four, who turned back to the bodies. They knew that despite the words, there were still some work to be done, just to go away and leave them. They didn't want any contaminants being introduced from outside, after all. They had been working under Dr. Brennan for several years now, and knew better.
Cam and Agent Perotta headed to Cam's office, before either said anything.
"So, both were murdered? That's what those reports meant?"
"It appears to be so." Cam sat down, waving at the FBI agent to do the same.
"So, we have one man, Mr. Harris, one fiancee, attacked from behind, and one man bisected from the pelvis up. Hmm. I have it! What if this male and the fiancee were having an affair, and Mr. Harris found out? He attacked his fiancee from behind, then attacked the man. Some sort of rage-revenge thing."
"I - wouldn't be comfortable signing off on that. The evidence only shows that both were murdered, and approximately when, not how it happened."
"No, I understand. Hmm, he's coming back here, right? Mr. Harris, I mean."
"In about an hour."
"So, I'll confront him with the theory, and we'll see how he reacts."
"And you think it has to happen here?"
"If we do it right after you explain the evidence that was found, it'll be that much more powerful! Okay, great, sounds like we have a plan. I'll be back in 45 minutes." Perotta left the office, smug and happy.
Cam just shook her head.